“Senior, is that the Guardian Land ahead?” Buddha Zunzhe looked far ahead at the vast mountain peaks and couldn’t help but exclaim in astonishment.
Lin Fan gazed forward. The mountain peak stretched boundlessly, its scale indescribable. From its base to summit, vibrant energy surged skyward, clearly forming an exceptional treasure land.
Where there are many living beings, over time, a unique spiritual vitality develops. This place had never experienced war, and its aura was magnificent, radiant, and at its peak.
“The Ancient Holy Realm is governed by eight supreme rulers, and the Guardian Lands are divided into four locations. Each Guardian Land lies at the intersection of two supreme territories. I’ll send you inside shortly, but afterward, everything will depend on yourselves,” Feng Qingzi said.
“Eh? Master, you’re not going to take care of us anymore?” Lin Fan turned his head, somewhat stunned by the sudden detachment.
They had just arrived, and the old man was already washing his hands of them, completely indifferent. After all, Lin Fan was still his disciple. Where in the world could one find such a master?
“Indeed, Senior, this won’t do at all,” Buddha Zunzhe chimed in. Arriving in such an unfamiliar place, his heart was filled with nervousness.
Feng Qingzi looked at the two with a faint smile on his lips. “Fine, I can take care of you, but my obedient disciple, you must first return those two storage rings to your master.”
Lin Fan and Buddha Zunzhe exchanged glances.
“As the saying goes, ‘The master leads you through the gate, but cultivation depends on oneself.’ In this era, everything must rely on one’s own strength. How can we depend on external help? Don’t you agree, bald monk?” Lin Fan was unwilling to part with the two storage rings. If he had to choose, he would definitely keep the rings.
Given the old man’s status, the treasures within those rings must be priceless.
After all, Lin Fan had climbed step by step to his current position through his own efforts. Even without guidance, he could still advance further.
“As you say, Master. Everything indeed depends on oneself,” Buddha Zunzhe nodded without hesitation. The treasures in those storage rings were partly his. If Feng Qingzi took them, he would lose everything.
Feng Qingzi looked at the two, silently sighing in resignation. Truly, these were heartless creatures.
Especially his disciple, the most heartless of them all.
“Very well, take these two tokens. Without them, you won’t be able to enter this place,” Feng Qingzi said, flicking his sleeve. Two thumb-sized tokens, glowing with light, flew forward and were absorbed into Lin Fan and Buddha Zunzhe’s bodies.
Instantly, they felt a sense of blood-connected resonance.
By the time Lin Fan realized what had happened, Feng Qingzi had already left.
“Huh? Where did Senior go?” Buddha Zunzhe asked, puzzled.
“Maybe he had a stomachache and went back to use the restroom,” Lin Fan thought happily. This time, he had gained a lot.
“Master, it’s time we divided the spoils,” Buddha Zunzhe, who had been eyeing the treasures in the storage rings, said eagerly.
“What’s the rush? Let’s first take a look around this Guardian Land. Let’s go,” Lin Fan said, waving his hand as he flew toward the distant mountain peaks.
…
“Senior, is that the Sanctuary?” Sakyamuni, the Venerable One, gazed at the vast mountain range ahead, his voice tinged with awe.
Lin Fan looked towards the horizon where a mountain, immeasurable in size, stretched endlessly from base to summit, exuding a vibrant life force. It was clearly a place of great fortune.
Places teeming with life, over time, accumulate a life force. This place, untouched by war, radiated an aura of prosperity and vitality.
“The Ancient Holy Realm is governed by eight supreme powers, and there are four Sanctuaries. Each Sanctuary is formed at the confluence of two supreme territories. I will send you in, but from there, you are on your own,” said Feng Qingzi.
“Wait, Master, you’re not going to guide us?” Lin Fan turned, somewhat stunned.
They had just arrived, and the old man was already washing his hands of them. No matter what, he was his disciple. What kind of master does that?
“Indeed, Senior, this cannot be,” Sakyamuni, in unfamiliar territory, felt a pang of nervousness.
Feng Qingzi looked at them, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I could guide you, but my dear disciple, you must return the two storage rings to me.”
Lin Fan and Sakyamuni exchanged glances.
“As the saying goes, the master leads the way, but the cultivation is up to the individual. In this era, one must rely on oneself, not external forces. Isn’t that right, bald monk?” Lin Fan was reluctant to part with the storage rings. If he had to choose, he would definitely keep them.
Given the old man’s status, the treasures within those rings must be of immense value.
He had come this far step by step, and even without guidance, he could still advance further.
“The benefactor speaks the truth. One must rely on oneself,” Sakyamuni nodded without hesitation. The treasures in the storage rings were his share. If Senior Feng Qingzi took them, he would get nothing.
Feng Qingzi sighed inwardly, looking at them. Truly, a bunch of beasts.
Especially this disciple, a beast among beasts.
“Fine, take these two tokens. Without them, you cannot enter here.” With a flick of his sleeve, Feng Qingzi sent two thumb-sized tokens glowing with light, merging into Lin Fan and Sakyamuni’s bodies.
In an instant, they felt a deep connection.
By the time Lin Fan reacted, Feng Qingzi had already left.
“Eh, where did the Senior go?” Sakyamuni asked, puzzled.
“Maybe he had a stomachache and went to the restroom,” Lin Fan thought gleefully. This time, he had hit the jackpot.
“Benefactor, it’s time to divide the spoils,” Sakyamuni, eager for the treasures in the storage rings, couldn’t wait.
“Don’t rush. Let’s take a look at the Sanctuary first. Let’s go.” Lin Fan waved his hand and flew towards the distant, vast mountain.
…
A transparent barrier enveloped the immense mountain, with shimmering runes flowing across it, connecting to the heavens.
As they touched the barrier, Lin Fan and Sakyamuni were instantly absorbed.
“Eh, this is indeed quite magical.” The barrier felt like a gentle stream flowing over their bodies, soft and unobstructed.
Once inside, the scenery changed once more.
“So, the Ancient Holy Realm has such a place. Why haven’t I heard of it before?” Sakyamuni muttered to himself.
“I think it’s because your Buddhist higher-ups feared you might defect if you knew about this safe haven in the Ancient Holy Realm, so they kept it from you,” Lin Fan said.
“Benefactor, you make a valid point. I don’t know how to refute that.” With the treasures in Lin Fan’s hands, Sakyamuni was ready to go along with his reasoning to get his share.
The mountain was infinitely large, spiraling upwards with nine layers, each bustling with buildings and lively chatter.
For Lin Fan and Sakyamuni, this place was wondrous. Since arriving in the Ancient Holy Realm, Lin Fan had never seen such a lively place.
As they looked around, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of people.
“Would you two like to join our Skyward Squad? We go on missions together, earn contribution points, and reach the pinnacle of life!” A large man with two swords on his back smiled at Lin Fan and Sakyamuni.
“Little brothers, would you like to join my team? My team is full of beauties,” a seductive woman whispered, her fragrant breath close to Lin Fan.
Sakyamuni chanted a Buddhist mantra but couldn’t help glancing at the woman’s alluring, exposed chest, swallowing hard.
“So big,” Sakyamuni murmured involuntarily, but then quickly closed his eyes.
“Join our Limitless Squad, fight the Ancient Clan, earn contribution points, exchange for supreme techniques, and become a supreme powerhouse! Our squad offers great benefits, sumptuous meals, and cultivation pills.”
“Join us, we have Ancient Clan blacksmiths and array masters. Don’t miss out.”
…
Lin Fan was momentarily stunned by the crowd, then quickly grabbed Sakyamuni and fled.
What the hell is this? It’s like a job fair.
“Benefactor, this place is too overwhelming, too turbulent,” Sakyamuni exclaimed.
“Bald monk, I didn’t know you were such a lecher. Was that girl’s chest big?” Lin Fan asked.
“Yes, vast as the sea, embracing all things,” Sakyamuni sighed.
At that moment, the crowd erupted.
“The Sealing Sky Squad is back!”
“Feng Wudi took on a Heaven-grade low-level mission and earned a hundred thousand contribution points!”
“Incredible, the Sealing Sky Squad is so powerful. They completed such a difficult mission.”
A flash of light appeared.
A group of imposing figures emerged in the square.
At the forefront was a young man, handsome and aloof, who glanced at the crowd before walking away.
“Look, they captured three Ancient Clan blacksmiths!”
“Amazing, truly amazing. I wonder if the Sealing Sky Squad is still recruiting. Joining them would set you on the path to the pinnacle of life!”
“Don’t dream. The Sealing Sky Squad’s recruitment standard is at least the fifth level of the Divine Heaven Realm. Have you reached that?”
“Ah, I’m just a bit short.”
…
“Benefactor, these guys are really strong. I was like a frog in a well before,” Sakyamuni said, watching the admired squad.
“They’re just so-so,” Lin Fan said dismissively, not impressed.
But seeing this, Lin Fan’s mind began to stir.
It seems the Sanctuary is quite an interesting place.
Upon touching the curtain, Lin Fan and Buddha Zunzhe were instantly absorbed inside.
“Wow, it’s indeed quite magical,” Lin Fan remarked. The moment the curtain enveloped them, it felt like a gentle stream flowing over their bodies—soft and unobstructive.
Once inside, the scenery transformed dramatically.
“Who knew the Ancient Holy Realm had such a place? Why have I never heard of it before?” Buddha Zunzhe murmured to himself.
“I bet it’s because your Buddhist sect leaders feared you might defect if you knew about this safe haven, so they kept it hidden,” Lin Fan replied.
“Master, your words ring true. I don’t even know how to argue against them,” Buddha Zunzhe said. With the treasures in Lin Fan’s hands, he was ready to agree with whatever Lin Fan said to secure his share.
The mountain stretched infinitely, spiraling upward in nine layers. Each level was filled with houses and bustling with people.
For Lin Fan and Buddha Zunzhe, this place was fascinating. Since arriving in the Ancient Holy Realm, Lin Fan had never seen such a lively place.
As Lin Fan and Buddha Zunzhe were observing their surroundings, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of people.
“Would the two of you like to join our Tiantao Squad? Together, we can complete missions, earn contribution points, and reach the pinnacle of life!” A fat man with two long swords strapped to his back smiled broadly at Lin Fan and Buddha Zunzhe.
“Little brothers, why not join my team? My team is full of beautiful ladies,” a seductive woman said, her breath sweet as she circled around Lin Fan.
Buddha Zunzhe recited a Buddhist chant, but his eyes occasionally glanced at the woman’s revealing and alluring cleavage, swallowing hard.
“So big,” Buddha Zunzhe unconsciously whispered, but he quickly realized what he had said, shut his eyes tightly, and tried to meditate.
“Join our Wujisquad, and together we’ll fight the Ancient Clans, earn contribution points, exchange for supreme techniques, and become peerless experts. Our Wujisquad offers great benefits—delicious meals every day and even pills to aid your cultivation.”
“Join us! We have Ancient Clan blacksmiths and formation experts. Don’t miss this opportunity!”
…
At this moment, Lin Fan was stunned by the commotion and quickly pulled the monk away to escape.
What the heck was going on here? It felt like a job recruitment market.
“Master, this place is truly terrifying. It’s too overwhelming,” Buddha Zunzhe sighed.
“Bald monk, I never thought you’d be such a lustful monk. Was that girl’s chest really that big?” Lin Fan teased.
“Yes, vast like the ocean, embracing all things,” Buddha Zunzhe sighed in admiration.
Just then, a wave of excitement erupted from the crowd.
“The Fengtian Squad is back.”
“Senior, is that the land of guardians?” The Venerable Shakyamuni gazed at the vast mountain ahead, his voice filled with awe.
Lin Fan looked towards the mountain, its size immeasurable, stretching endlessly from base to peak, exuding a vibrant life force, clearly forming an exceptional treasure land.
Places teeming with life, over time, accumulate a life force aura. This place, untouched by war, radiated an even more intense and flourishing energy.
“The Ancient Saint Realm is governed by eight supreme powers, with four guardian lands. Each guardian land forms at the intersection of two supreme territories. I will send you in shortly, but from there, you’re on your own,” said Feng Qingzi.
“Wait, Master, you’re not going to guide us?” Lin Fan turned, somewhat stunned.
They had just arrived, and the old man was already washing his hands of them. No matter what, he was his disciple. Where in the world was there a master like this?
“Yes, senior, this can’t be,” the Venerable Shakyamuni, in unfamiliar territory, felt a bit nervous.
Feng Qingzi looked at the two, a faint smile on his lips. “I could guide you, but my dear disciple, you’d have to return the two storage rings to me.”
Lin Fan and the Venerable Shakyamuni exchanged glances.
“As the saying goes, the master leads you in, but cultivation is up to the individual. In this era, one must rely on oneself, not external forces. Isn’t that right, bald monk?” Lin Fan was reluctant to part with the two storage rings. If he had to choose, he would definitely keep them.
Given the old man’s status, the treasures within the storage rings were undoubtedly immense wealth.
Over the years, he had progressed step by step to his current level. Even without guidance, he could advance further.
“The benefactor speaks the truth. One must rely on oneself,” the Venerable Shakyamuni nodded without hesitation. The treasures in the storage rings included his share. If Feng Qingzi took them, he would get nothing.
Feng Qingzi looked at the two, sighing inwardly. Truly, a bunch of beasts.
Especially this disciple, the fighter jet among beasts.
“Fine, take these two tokens. Without them, you cannot enter here.” With a flick of his sleeve, Feng Qingzi sent two thumb-sized tokens glowing with light, merging into Lin Fan and the Venerable Shakyamuni’s bodies.
In an instant, a sense of blood connection surged through them.
By the time Lin Fan reacted, Feng Qingzi had already left.
“Eh, where did the senior go?” the Venerable Shakyamuni asked, puzzled.
“Maybe he had a stomachache and went to the restroom,” Lin Fan thought gleefully. This time, he had struck gold.
“Benefactor, it’s time to divide the spoils,” the Venerable Shakyamuni, eager for the treasures in the storage rings, was somewhat impatient.
“Don’t rush. Let’s first take a look at the guardian land. Let’s go.” Lin Fan waved his hand, flying towards the distant vast mountain.
…
A transparent light screen enveloped the vast mountain, with shimmering runes flowing across it, mysterious and connected to the heavens.
Upon touching the light screen, Lin Fan and the Venerable Shakyamuni were instantly absorbed.
“Eh, this is indeed quite magical.” The light screen felt like a gentle stream flowing over their bodies, soft and unobstructed.
Once inside, the scene changed again.
“So the Ancient Saint Realm has such a place. Why haven’t I heard of it before?” the Venerable Shakyamuni muttered to himself.
“I think it’s because your Buddhist leaders feared you might defect if you knew of such a safe haven in the Ancient Saint Realm, so they kept it from you,” Lin Fan said.
“Benefactor, you make a valid point. I don’t know how to refute that.” With the treasures in Lin Fan’s hands, the Venerable Shakyamuni was ready to go along with his reasoning to get his share.
The mountain was infinitely large, spiraling upwards with nine layers, each bustling with houses and lively voices.
For Lin Fan and the Venerable Shakyamuni, this place was wondrous. Since arriving in the Ancient Saint Realm, Lin Fan had never seen such a lively place.
As they were surveying their surroundings, they were suddenly surrounded by a group of people.
“Would you two like to join our Sky-Soaring Squad? We go out to complete tasks, earn contribution points, and reach the pinnacle of life!” A large man with two swords on his back smiled at Lin Fan and the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“Little brothers, would you like to join sister’s team? Our team is full of beauties,” a seductive woman, exuding a fragrant aura, circled around Lin Fan.
The Venerable Shakyamuni chanted a Buddhist mantra but couldn’t help glancing at the woman’s alluring, exposed chest, swallowing hard.
“So big,” the Venerable Shakyamuni murmured involuntarily, but then quickly reacted, closing his eyes.
“Join our Limitless Squad, kill the ancient clans, earn contribution points, exchange for peerless techniques, and become a supreme powerhouse. Our squad offers great benefits, sumptuous meals, and cultivation pills.”
“Join us, we have ancient clan blacksmiths and array masters. Don’t miss out.”
…
Lin Fan was momentarily stunned by the crowd, then quickly grabbed the bald monk and fled.
What the hell is going on here? It’s like a job fair.
“Benefactor, this place is truly terrifying, too overwhelming,” the Venerable Shakyamuni sighed.
“Bald monk, I didn’t expect you to be such a lecher. Was that girl’s chest big?” Lin Fan asked.
“Yes, vast as the sea, embracing all things,” the Venerable Shakyamuni sighed.
At that moment, the crowd erupted in excitement.
“The Heaven-Sealing Squad is back!”
“Feng Wudi took on a heaven-grade low-level task this time. After completing it, he earned a whopping 100,000 contribution points!”
“So strong, the Heaven-Sealing Squad is truly formidable. They can complete such difficult tasks.”
Then, a flash of light.
A group of sharp, imposing figures appeared in the square.
At the forefront was a young man, handsome and aloof, with red lips and white teeth, looking down at the crowd before walking away without a second glance.
“Ah, look, they captured three ancient clan blacksmiths!”
“Amazing, truly amazing. I wonder if the Heaven-Sealing Squad is still recruiting. If I could join their squad, I’d be set for life!”
“Don’t dream. The Heaven-Sealing Squad’s recruitment standard is a cultivation level of at least Divine Heaven Realm, fifth level of the Soul Stage. Have you reached that?”
“Ah, I’m just a bit short.”
…
“Benefactor, these guys are really strong. I used to be a frog in a well,” the Venerable Shakyamuni said, watching the squad that was the center of attention.
“Just so-so,” Lin Fan said indifferently, not paying them much heed.
But seeing this, Lin Fan’s heart began to stir.
It seems this guardian land is quite an interesting place.
“Amazing! The Fengtian Squad is truly powerful. They managed to complete such a difficult mission.”
At that moment, a flash of light appeared.
A group of sharp and imposing figures emerged onto the square.
At their head stood a young man, elegant and refined, with a pale complexion and bright red lips. He coldly looked down at the crowd before turning and walking away without a second glance.
“Look! They captured three Ancient Clan blacksmiths.”
“Incredible! Truly incredible! I wonder if the Fengtian Squad is still recruiting. If we could join them, we’d surely reach the pinnacle of life.”
“Don’t even dream about it. The Fengtian Squad only recruits those who have reached the fifth level of the Divine Heaven Position in the Yuan Shen Realm. Have you achieved that?”
“Sigh, I’m still a bit short.”
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“Master, these people are really strong. I never realized how narrow-minded I was before,” Buddha Zunzhe said, watching the squad that had drawn everyone’s attention.
“They’re just average,” Lin Fan replied calmly, showing no particular interest.
However, as he watched the scene unfold, his heart began to stir.
It seemed this Guardian Land was indeed a remarkable place.
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